Snippet #2499551

Taurus jolted awake moments, perhaps hours later. For a moment all he could do was let out a pitiful mournful moan and huff agitatedly. He was missing a portion of his day some mysterious number of minutes or hours had flitted by him unawares and he found himself severely disoriented. He squirmed shifted and whimpered as sunlight seared his eyes and caused his vision to blur. His lungs where burning, aching. His ribs where sore and his fur was caked in mud, drenched, his thick skin chilled in the shadows of the deep foliage. Wet. Yes....he was in water...he'd dove in...for....some reason... A shark was up the river.

He gave up at that for the time being as a sound caught his senses. A rustling, stumbling. He grunted and got to his hooves. He was in the forest next to the river a ways upstream. Annoyance flickered in the back of his mind. He always ended up wounded, lost, or humiliated when he did what the faceless voices on the walkie told him to do. In a moment of frustration he fumbled with the device, unclipped it and tossed it into the river to let it sink into the mud. They would have to do without him. His hands went to the collar around his neck and he tugged at is uselessly. It was locked on with a metal latch placed high enough on the back of his neck that he couldn't reach it. It needed to be unscrewed or cut with a pair of shears along the thick leather with careful hands as to not set off the circuitry and electrocute him.

Taurus stopped his fussing when more rustling caught his attention. His ears flicked as he swatted at a large tropic fly. He followed the sound until in the distance he could see a familiar white cane and a tall thin figure stumbling about the wilderness.